#// 'I'm a firm believer in vengeance...' | Slayer AU \\

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❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ from a chipper hyouka for gyutaro's slayer au!

"Eh?" He slowly rose his eyes up to meet where ever the hell the chipper voice came from. Who was talking to him now? Some new slayer probably, he hadn't seen this one around before. What in the world would anyone want to approach him for in the first place? Hell, even his crow barely got close enough to him unless it was for business!

It usually kept with Ume anyway, she took care of both of their crows.

Though when he finally looked at the one behind the chipper tone, it was another slayer.. Greeaattttt...

If it had been a Kakushi, perhaps his tone would have softened. He had a great respect for those people who basically kept this whole shitshow running. And definitely played a part in keeping Hashira like himself and his sister alive.

"Look.. I don't care who sent you my way, but my sister and I are NOT looking for a Tsugoku. I swear, how many times do I gotta tell Douma-san that we work fine alone.." He grumbled. The Ice Hashira, their adoptive Father, always coddling over them. This wouldn't be the first grunt that he'd sent their way, thinking they would make wonderful teachers..

Only to get shooed away toward another.

After all, why else would someone willingly approach him? Especially with how he looked? Unless they were trying to look good for his sister, but Ume was not here at the moment. She'd gone off to get some bentos for the two.

There was.. a long silence as he just stared at the other with his bright blue eyes.

"... If it's not that, the hell you want?"

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The sounds of heavy steps echoed behind her, all before a larger form slumped down, and sat next to Nezuko...

Another had been staying at the Butterfly Mansion today another injured slayer.. No, an Injured Hashira. Gyutaro Shabana, he looked.. well.. worse for wear was about as good as one could call it. His sister was in worse condition, inside still comatose on one of the beds while the caretakers did what they could for her.

"You should still be in bed." He grumbled out, raising one hand that was still heavily bandaged to run his fingers through his mess of black hair.

"You know they're gonna eventually find out you left your bed, and will drag you back in there. Those girls are tiny, but they've got strength in numbers." His pale pule eyes focused on the haori in her hands, as well as the needle. Especially the struggle with such a simple task.

"Could have asked them to sew it up for you too. Lost count of how many times they've stitched my sisters obi back together. Its their job.. you know? To take care of our dumb-asses." A bitter chuckle left the Hashira who used dual-sickles. Though right now, said weapons were being sent in for repair. He'd gone and snapped the blades after the last mission.

"Especially after that mess..."

Open Nezuko starter~

The young slayer sat on the porch of one of the various buildings at the Butterfly Estate, one hand holding her usual pink haori while the other worked diligently with a needle and thread. Her body was still pretty damaged after her previous battle, so she was in no condition to train. In fact, she technically wasn't even supposed to be outside of her room..but she really wanted to feel the warmth of the sun.

So, instead of working her strength back up and risking reopening her wounds, she worked to sew her haori back together. This reminded her of her life before her family was taken from her... Such an easy task like this was so normal back then, but now? She almost feared she forgot how to sew in the first place... But at least she could mend a simple cut like this one.

[deathly-toxins]

// Tags Drop | Verses \\